So I couldn’t resist letting Lottie try some of our favorite junk foods last weekend. I found she loves sucking on Cheetos (that’s my girl) and really likes chocolate as well.
In the past she has always stared very intently at what we are eating. Since she tried sweets she now grabs at everything we eat. Last night I let her try a candy cane and she couldn’t get enough.
By the way, she now is about 24″ and 14.5 pounds according to our home scale.
So every year since college I try to carve a pumpkin for Halloween. Dale can attest to this. Usually I end up not getting a pumpkin at all but on the years that I do it usually doesn’t get carved, ends up rotting and we eventually throw it away. This year I was determined. We bought the pumpkin a few weeks before but once again Halloween came and went and the pumpkin was left uncarved. Not this year! I am taking a stand and saying no to uncarved pumpkins. Why is it we have to succumb to Halloween’s time frame. This year I decided to make Halloween conform to our schedule and the following Friday we dressed lottie up in her kitty outfit that grandma Laura made her and set to work on our Jack-O-Lantern. I held Lottie and supervised Dale’s work. (isn’t that how its suppose to work?)
Gutting
I don’t think the spoon survived.
Lottie wasn’t sure what to do with the guts.
I drew the face and Dale set to work carving.
Welcome to our family Jack!
Now, where are those trick-or-treaters??
I’m now a Macy’s gift wrapping guru! We’ll, I’ll become a guru. I’m working part time for Macy’s gift wrapping department for some extra Christmas money. About 20 hours per week. I’m excited. I love the downtown area at Christmas and I can’t wait to learn to wrap things up all nice!
Sorry, that was a really depressing post! Just one of those days. The rest of the evening got better. I called my sister and mom and talked with them for a bit to cheer up and that helped a lot. It turns out Bonita doesn’t have a fracture in her skull. She just hit her head and has a cut. I went to pick her up about 8:30 but couldn’t reach her on her cell phone so I was giving her a little more time while I spoke with my mom. Dale ended up calling me to let me know that they were keeping her overnight for observation because even though the cat scans didn’t show anything she had a fever. She was totally out of it when she spoke with Dale and the next morning she still had no idea what was going on. She didn’t even know why she was in the hospital. It turns out she has another infection. They think its in the port so she’ll be in there probably until Saturday while they determine if the antibiotics are working. If they aren’t they may have to change the port which would be a real pain. Her g-tube also came out so they are putting that back in for her as well. I feel really bad for her but it is kinda nice to have just the three of us at times. Hopefully she’ll be out soon though.
I also went over our budget for the next while. It turns out that even though things are tight if we can just get through the next few months I think we’ll be doing fine. I was hoping to have everything paid by the end of the year but I think I’m going to have to drag it out to January. Growing experiences, right!
So things are okay. It was just one of the downer days.
How bad can days get. Try this one:
Baby decided to wake up early which made me later getting out of the house than I wanted because I was trying to get her back to sleep for my husband. Eventually I gave up, didn’t get lunch made or some of my usual things I like to do before I leave.
Traffic was horrible. I was taking Bonita to the hospital for chemo and it took us about two hours for what usually takes us only one. They had chided her for being late in the past so I thought I had allowed plenty of time but because of the much heavier than usual traffic and my getting all turned around she was late again.
Bonita got out of the car, got into the back seat to get her purse. As she closed the door I noticed a cab pull up close behind me and since I was close to a bus in front of me I was looking at the two of them for a few minutes trying to decide if I had enough room to get out. I eventually looked back to see where Bonita was and when I didn’t see her I assumed she was walking toward the door and had walked far enough forward that the bus blocked my view, so I proceeded to work my way out of the spot backing forward and back until I was out and then went to work. Hmmmm. . . no, she hadn’t walked forward. She had fallen on the sidewalk where I couldn’t see her and now she has a hairline fracture in her skull and I’m a complete jerk and drive off never seeing her. Thank goodness I didn’t run over her. After a morning in the ER I get a call from Dale telling me what happened and asking me to go check on her. I do, and she’s fine, her head just hurts a little but now the already long chemo day is now incredibly long since it includes an ER visit. (At least they couldn’t get mad at her for being late and she picked a great place to crack her skull since she was right near the emergency room.)
Meanwhile, I review our finances, again, and find that once again we are in a stupid pinch. I have no idea how we are going to have enough gas, and bus money to make it to the next paycheck. We just keep getting extra bills so there’s no way of getting caught up. I looked online for any sort of help for the middle class not really expecting to find anything. I do find some discouraging news articles about how all of the middle class are going through this. Basically all of them are running up credit card debt to pay basic necessities and none of them can afford any savings, retirement funding, education savings or anything and most have both parents working in order to meet these basic needs. So, it doesn’t look like we’re such an oddity which is good, but discouraging. I have an interview on thursday to do gift wrapping for the holidays for Macys for extra income. Maybe that will help. I’d rather be with my daughter.
I’m hungry most of the day since I’m lacking lunch foods. Partly because of my lack of preparation but hunger doesn’t make a day any better.
I have my ballot all filled out but realized I forgot the stamps and have no way of buying postage here, hence no way of voting. I was going to drop it off on my way home since we should have been done in plenty of time but because of the ER visit I will not longer be able to do so.
My husband calls me again to let me know that he is at his wits end. The baby is screaming and has been for the last forty minutes so he’s left her upstairs because he can’t handle it anymore. The dresser he bought his mom and painted for her birthday he tried to move to her room but when he got it to the top of the stairs it broke in half. He didn’t have stamps for his ballot either so he was going to drop it off with me when I got home so he now has no way of voting either.
I’m stuck at work until Bonita gets out of the hospital at around 8:30 – 9. I really don’t feel like working. I feel like hiding under a rock.
I still have to drive all the way home and as depressed as I am I really don’t want to.
When I get home I want to make some comfort food, like some skillet apple pie that I saw a receipe for, but we can’t afford any of the ingredients for anything I want to make. I think I’ll just go to bed.
